8

Taker got insistent about lunch. Dallas brushed him off. If he wanted to try to browbeat her into being ignored for a few hours, she could always hunt down a meeting here.

He finally left. She'd had an interesting morning. He had come back from his meeting and physical therapy and had pretty much pounced on her. As fun as it was, fending him off, she finally won by pointing out the doors did not lock, he had not had a shower, and she was not going to fuck somebody in a busy arena right before a show.

Taker had been disappointed but Dallas didn't care. He of all people should know better. Sure she'd been swept away into those intense make out sessions but never with the intent of it turning into something more. He apparently meant business.

Dallas got herself busy doing other things. Confirming reservations mostly, and she finally hunted down a laptop she could use to type up his schedule for the next poor soul who drew the PA job. Or for Taker himself. It was likely he might not need a helping hand. So to speak.

There was a house show that evening, and while it was not required that Taker be there, he decide to stick around. They would be spending the night here once more, for the lunch tomorrow, so it wasn't like he had to rush to make it to the next arena. He got back from his lunch nearly at dinner time, and spent the late afternoon and early evening doing everything he could to engage Dallas in something sexual.

And it was starting to get on her nerves.

Dallas understood needs and wants. And that urge a person got when the dick was new and interesting and satisfying. But really…there was a time and a place for that sort of thing, and in the locker room was not the time. Even when she pointed out the fact there was no door lock, Taker just gestured toward the bathroom. Which did have a lock.

She tried to concentrate on the laptop to get everything ready. Taker's habit of leaning over her to read became Taker's habit of groping her, nuzzling her neck, or groaning when she turned him down. It wasn't that she did not want to fuck the guy…just not right then. He was driving her crazy in more ways than one.

So Dallas decided it would probably be for the best to find somewhere public to get her work done. She found Rachel hanging out in catering so she went to sit with her. Eventually Taker wandered in. He was being a persistent jerk that day.

He took a seat next to Dallas and was a perfect gentleman for about three seconds. He nodded a hello to Rachel, who was in the throes of conversation with Phil about something or other. It actually sounded like an argument but who was he to judge?

Taker leaned forward and spoke in a low voice right new to Dallas's ear. "Let's get outta here. You're sharin' my room tonight."

"I am?" Dallas glanced at him. The look on his face said he wasn't going to argue the point. "That would be a waste of money. My room was already paid for."

"I got 'em to reverse the charge."

"You…what? Cancelled my room?" Dallas raised an eyebrow.

"Sure."

"You could have asked." It was hard to tell if Dallas were mad or amused.

"You woulda said no." Taker glanced around, saw no one was looking, and reached out to rest his hand on her thigh.

"I still can." Dallas pushed his hand away. "Knock it off, would ya?" She said when he tried to put his hand back on her leg.

"What? Now you're going to complain?"

"Yes. Actually." Dallas got up and grabbed her stuff. "Behave yourself. I'm warning you."

Taker smirked. She wasn't a bit scary. What could she do? Kick his shin? He caught her wrist before she could take more than a step away. She turned and looked at him as if he'd lost his mind.

"No, Taker, I do not want to watch you fuck some guy in the ass!" She said it loud, and he realized two things. One – everyone was looking at them. And two – the room was way more crowded than it had been when he'd glanced around moments before. They were all gathering for a meeting before the show. And then he decided that he should realize a third thing as well – Dallas had delivered her line with perfect force, because everyone heard her say it.

Taker felt himself flush right up to the roots of his hair. Dallas gave him a triumphant 'I warned you, didn't I?' look before she pulled her wrist free from his grip and walked away. There was some good natured laughter, and the incident got dropped as the meeting got under way. Taker made as quiet an exit as he could.

And Dallas was nowhere to be found. Of course.

If there was one thing Taker could not stand, it was to be embarrassed publicly. Most people either respected him too much, or feared him too much, to cause a problem. So obviously he had misjudged her. He had been laying it on a bit thick, but was her reaction necessary? He thought not.

Taker realized that the show would be starting soon. Great. He wanted to get the hell out of there, back to the hotel, where he could work some of his frustrations out. Dallas didn't answer her cell phone when he tried to call, nor had anyone seen her since earlier. It wasn't like she could get far. Taker had gotten the hotel to move her bags to his room. It wasn't like she would run off without her stuff.

He finally managed to get out of there, after double checking with anyone who might have seen her. That meant taking more grief for her comment earlier. How funny it was, now that they had slept together there were no rumors about them. Those had all happened before he'd ever made the first move towards her.

And that reminded Taker…

He was at the rental but pocketed the key and went back toward the arena. He had meant to catch Glen and ask him a few questions. About Dallas mostly. She had PA'd for the other man more than any of the others, and they hung out quite a bit. But Glen was in the ring, wrestling. The only other person that really spent any time with her was Rachel. And Taker had seen her working with Cena about a hundred times, but that was because the kid spread himself way too thin and worked his ass off. He did not say no to anything.

He debated. He should probably wait anyway, since he was pretty sure Dallas was going to show up any time. So he watched through a gap in the curtain as Glen's match finally came to a close. Glen spotted Taker as soon as he came through the curtain.

"Hey man. What's up?" It had been a while since they'd hung out. Taker fell into step beside him as Glen headed toward the locker room and a shower.

"Nothing. Have you seen Dallas?"

"Nah. Thought she left earlier. Right before the show?" Glen shrugged. "She caught a ride with Lisa I think."

"Great." Taker couldn't keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He looked around and realized they were surrounded by people in the hallway. "Look, you wanna go grab a beer after you're done?"

"Sure. If you can find a place we won't get attacked.

"I'll find a place, don't worry." Taker said with a smirk. He'd been here before, many times, and he knew the fan hangouts and the safe hangouts. With a sigh he leaned against the wall to wait as Glen went to take his shower.

Thirty minutes later they pulled into a nearly deserted parking lot. It was a Wednesday night. Most bars did no business until Thursday. So it was safe enough. The found a table in a dark corner and ordered a couple of beers. Taker had no intentions of getting drunk. Of course, he'd had no intentions of sleeping with his PA either, but here he was.

Glen was talking about something random, and Taker tuned him out until he heard Dallas's name mentioned. "What about her?" He interrupted the other man.

Glen shrugged. "I said she needs to take over Craig's job when he leaves in two months. I always know when you're not paying attention."

"Craig's leaving?"

"Yeah. He's taking a job closer to home. He doesn't want to travel, not with his wife almost ready to explode. I heard she's having twins." Glen smirked.

"You think Dallas would do it?" Taker asked. She was super organized, sure. But she did not strike him as the type who wanted a management position. Especially given her attitude toward the people who now pretty much ran the show.

"Maybe. Maybe not. She's got seniority after Craig. And they like her because…well. She's more professional. And she doesn't cause drama."

Taker could testify to that. "Huh. Guess that Lisa woman can kiss her job goodbye if that's true."

Glen laughed again. "Maybe. She's a little free with her uh…vag…but she gets her job done. You gotta have a way to let off steam. I think she's it for some guys."

"That's disgusting. Have you ever…?" Taker did not want to know, really, because it would gross him out. Glen just laughed more.

"Hell no. I don't like swimming in public pools."

Taker smirked. "So…how about with anybody else here?"

"What? Like…at work?" Glen sipped his drink. "Sure. Everybody has at one point of another. Not all of us marry them, though."

"Mind if I ask who?"

"What difference does it make?" Glen snickered. "Not like anything came of it, other than a couple of nights worth of great sex. And it was a while back. I behave myself now."

"Right."

"Lucky for me, she didn't want anything besides that I guess." Glen finished his drink and motioned to the waitress. He did not see the way Taker's eyes narrowed.

It certainly sounded like a particular woman that Taker knew. Dallas. Had she and Glen…

Taker thankfully could not picture it.

"You want specifics?" Glen turned back to Taker, still smiling. "Because like I said it was only a couple of nights. And then it was like it never happened."

Taker kept his face neutral, but inside his mind was working full speed ahead. "Just out of curiosity, was it a wrestler, or a backstage person?"

"Backstage. I wouldn't mess with one of the Divas. I get enough grief as it is from female fans. I don't need the heat you get." Glen chuckled. Taker chuckled along dutifully.

He finished his beer off and declined another, since he was driving. Glen had a second and was ready to go. Unlike Taker, he had to leave early in the morning for the next venue. Taker had a coffee and glanced at his watch. It was almost midnight. Dallas had not called to answer the three voicemails he had left her.

He drove back to the hotel in silence, and for once Glen did not try to fill it with chatter. He seemed to be lost in his own morose thoughts. Maybe because Taker had reminded him of something in his past. Something with Dallas? That was what Taker was thinking. Glen wasn't a gossip, he didn't brag, and he was the most discreet person Taker knew. If anybody could get away with having a fling with someone it was him. And of course, Glen had a fling and this was the first Mark knew of it.

They parted ways at the elevator. Taker rode up to his floor and dug his keycard out of his pocket. He was tired, and he was pretty sure his day was starting way earlier than the 11 in the morning lunch. He needed to get some time in the gym as well. Right now he wanted a shower, and bed. And for his thoughts to shut the hell up and let him get some sleep.

He went into the dark room and frowned. The light from the hall only went so far but he could see Dallas's bag right where he'd left it. And Dallas herself was in the bed. He could hear her steady breathing and realized she was sleeping. He shook his head and let the door shut behind him softly. He went to the bathroom and showered quickly before toweling off and tugging on a pair of shorts to sleep in. He crawled into bed and tried to get comfortable without disturbing Dallas.

She turned toward him and snuggled up against his side. Taker huffed a soft breath as her bare breast brushed his arm. Dallas was sleeping in the nude. He went from tired to aroused in about 3 seconds flat.